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He snatches his mouth away and presses his forehead to mine. “Oh, god, Carter.”

“Yeah, pretty baby. Feels good, don’t it?”

“So fucking good. How do you know me so well?”

I grin and kiss him again, tasting the pleasure on his tongue. “Because you belong to me.”

Kai shudders and blows his load again, his moans seeping into me, lighting me up and sends my own orgasm rocketing to the surface. I hold him tight and kiss him as I shoot my load deep into his ass. My groan flows through him and Kai gives me one in return. My arms tighten around him, keeping him close as I come and come in waves.

He sighs against my lips when I stop thrusting into him. “I’m a mess.”

Laughing, I kiss him again. “Yeah, you are. I like when you’re messy.”

Kai stands, my dick slipping out of his hole. I grip his hip with one hand, spread him open with the other and watch my cum leak from him. Seeing his wrecked pink hole, shiny and stretched from my dick, has my length twitching.

Leaning forward, I swipe my tongue over his pucker, licking inside. I collect some of my release and push it back into him with my tongue, wanting it to stay there.

Spinning him around, I pull him back to my lap and kiss him hard, trading my release with him. Kai grips my shoulders, eagerly sucking on my tongue.

He sighs into the kiss, gripping the back of my head so he can get all of my taste.

“You’re trouble,” I tell him, nipping at his bottom lip.

No one has ever left me so sexually fulfilled before. Everything I want, everything Icrave,Kai possesses. His hot body, his tight ass, his easy submission, his big dick. He has it all.

“I could say the same about you,” he replies breathily. “Let’s get in the shower. Cum is drying on me and it’s uncomfortable.”

He stands again and I slap his ass. “You go ahead. I have to make a call, then I’ll join you.” I see the distrust in his eyes, and I try not to let it sting. We’ve spent more time not trusting each other than we did trying to work at our relationship. “I won’t be long.”

Kai folds his lips in but doesn’t voice any concerns. He puts his clothes on and walks out of the room. I watch him leave, then pull out my phone and call my dad’s right-hand man. I don’t know how, but since I was a kid, he’s been able to get his hands on just about anything, no matter how outlandish. Maybe he’ll be able to help me with my…project.

CHAPTER 17

KAI

Carter needing to make a phone call right after we fucked rubbed me the wrong way, but I didn’t ask him about it. If we’re going to make this relationship work, I need to learn to trust him. But trust doesn’t come easily. The Whitlock family has done nothing to earn my trust. Not yet anyway.

Over the next few days, I catch Carter grinning softly at me when he doesn’t think I notice. It makes my chest feel tight for reasons I can’t name. Something about him and the way he looks at me fills me to the brim with an indescribable emotion, one I can’t pinpoint because I’ve never felt it before.

We’ve gotten closer, talking and cooking together. He even joins me in the gym sometimes. A little while ago, he told me his dad taught him and Declan some hand-to-hand stuff. Charlie always had me scrapping but never provided any formal fighting training. As Carter knows, I can hold my own in a fight, but I want more training. He agreed to help me out and we decide to hit the gym a few times a week.

Today is not one of those days, though I wish it was. Pop and Dominic want to have lunch with us to talk about how we’re going to proceed, even though we don’t know which family is threatening us.

We all know it’s a risk to be out so publicly when we don’t know where an attack will come from, but Pop and Dominic took precautions. Men from both the Whitlock and St. Clair family are dotted at tables all around the restaurant we’re meeting at, as well as parked outside in the parking lot and one across the street. There are a few guards driving around, doing patrol in case someone wants to pull a drive by. We’re as covered as we can be.

After we peruse the menu and place our orders, Dominic clasps his hands on the table and looks at me and Carter in turn. “How’s everything going? Business going good?” That last question is aimed at me.

A smile twitches at my lip, but I don’t dare let it bloom with Pop at the table. He’ll have something to say about me liking someone asking me questions about my first business that I built from the ground up.

Most people think Pop financed St. Clair Construction, since it has his name on it, but I worked for it. I took jobs doing hits so I could get the capital for a loan and started it up. I was able to pay off my business loan in the first year from both the contracts I received as well as more hits I did. No one knew it was me that carried them out but Nico.

Knowing he had nothing to do with the success or failure of my company boggles my mind on why he’s so adamant about bad mouthing it. But at this point, I no longer care. It’s just making me miserable trying to figure out the whys of Charles St. Clair.

Pop raises his eyebrow at me, waiting for me to answer. It’s hard to forget how much I want to impress him, but I push it down to answer my father-in-law. “Good. Got something new coming down the pipeline that Carter is helping me with.” I glance over at my husband and wink at him. Carter rolls his eyes, but a smile spreads across his face.

Pop scoffs, shaking his head. “Can’t believe you’re not bothered by this queer shit. It turns my stomach.”

Dominic’s face turns thunderous. I see what others saw right before he put a bullet in their brains. I’m almost afraid for Pop’s life. “For as long as you’re in my fucking presence, you won’t talk shit about my son. I’ve about had it with your bullshit. We’re trying to save both our families, but that don’t come with a lifetime warranty in disrespect. Got it?”

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